Blossom
The sorcerer's house held a number of things that would be useful for our journey, as well as my pack and clothing. Charok and I had a short argument about who would be carrying the packs. He wanted to carry them both. I wanted to split the load. The argument ended with Charok yanking the pack out of my hands. "If you carry it, you'll just slow us down," he growled.
His strength and his protective dominance were very arousing. I shoved down my feelings. There would be plenty of time for that when we stopped to rest during the hottest part of the day. Right now we needed to get moving while it was still cool enough to travel quickly.
Charok caught my arm and pulled my sleeves up to reveal the injuries I'd gotten from the shackles. "You're healing quickly, for a human," he noted.
I shrugged. I healed quickly because I was one of the Chosen of the Sun, but I didn't want to tell him that. "I guess?" I said, as if I hadn't noticed. I tried to pull my arm away, but Charok didn't release me, and, Chosen or not, I didn't have the strength to make him.
Charok's finger traced the line of my injury, hovering just above the skin. "It is strange," he mused.
"We should get moving," I said, trying again to pull my arm out of his grip. "It'll start to get hot soon."
This time, Charok let me go. "You are right," he said, but his brow was still furrowed in thought. Not good. I didn't know how he'd react to finding out that I was one of the Chosen. Most people reacted poorly. In most places, the Chosen were executed as soon as their nature was revealed.
Charok and I began our journey. At first we saw only woodlands, and the going was a bit tough. The path was very overgrown, evidence of how little the sorcerer had visited civilization. Soon, however, it met up with a more well traveled path. There was room for Charok and I to walk side by side, where, before, we had traveled single file.
I looked at Charok. "We're going to come across other travelers eventually. Also, we will eventually have to enter a town. Is there any way you could make yourself... Less visible?" I should have asked before we left.
Charok looked at me, amused. "I am less visible. Only you can see me as I am. The rest will see a normal human."
I blinked. Now that I knew to look for it, there was an odd shimmer in the air around him. "Ok, then."
We continued on our journey, and, soon, we did meet fellow travelers, headed in the opposite direction. They were in a cart, and, as the three of them passed, they gaped at me. I might have thought Charok was less disguised than he claimed, except I'd gotten this reaction before. It happened more often now that I was one of the Chosen, but it had happened in my previous life occasionally.
If I were in a city, looking for customers, I would have given them a charming smile and lascivious wink. As it was, I mostly ignored them. Charok, however, paid very close attention to them until they disappeared around a bend.
After they were gone, he growled. "They were staring."
I shrugged. "People tend to do that." Occasionally to the point where they walked into things. "You stared a bit when we first met."
The demon calmed. "You have a point."
The forest ended abruptly, giving way to fields of corn. We were near some form of civilization. I pulled out my map and examined it. No dot on the map here, so either it was too small to rate a dot or newer than my several year old map. As we walked on and the fields of corn continued, only interrupted by patches of beans or the occasional farmhouse, I suspected the latter. Only a sizable town needed this much food.
As the sun passed its zenith, I stopped. "It's getting pretty hot," I told Charok. "We should stop and rest."
Charok looked at me thoughtfully. "I could keep going, but you are right, it is too hot for you."
I nodded, and took a right turn into the shade of the corn field. "Come on. We'll rest here, where it's cooler. Or at least less sunny."
Charok followed. When I started to undress, he caught my arm. "You should rest," he told me. "Not fuck."
I shrugged. "I'll be cooler if I take my clothes off."
"If you take your clothes off, I will lose all self control," Charok growled.
I smirked. "I think you have better self control than that. And if you don't..." I shrugged, as if it was all the same to me whether or not he fucked me. But I wanted this. I wanted it very much, even in the baking heat. I turned around, both to hide my erection and to give Charok a good view of my ass.
Charok growled, and, as I looked over my shoulder, turned his back to me. I grinned. This would be fun.
"I'm taking off my pants now," I purred. "And there goes my loincloth." I paused. "It is rather hot out here. I'm all... Sweaty."
Charok grumbled something I couldn't hear under his breath.
I sighed, pretending to give up. I sat down and began to hum softly. The tune was erotic, slowly building, and I put a lot of my power behind it.
Suddenly Charok was behind me, roughly pulling me into position. Since this was exactly the reaction I wanted, I didn't resist as his tail coiled around my torso, pinning my arms to my side and holding me in place. It aroused me that, even if I had resisted, he could just take what he wanted.
Charok's erection prodded my asshole. Then suddenly, he froze.
I frowned. "Why did you stop?"
He growled. "I shouldn't do this. You..."
"Let me worry about me," I purred. "You want this. That should be enough."
Charok groaned. Slowly, as if he was trying, and failing, to hold himself back, his cock entered me. I moaned, and it slid in faster as Charok responded to my arousal. Soon he was buried in me balls deep.
He growled. "You-"
I grinned. "That's right. Me. You want me."
I could almost hear his self control snap. He began to pound me. Forcefully. Ruthlessly. And I loved it. My own cock twitched.
